to thine own self be true – ghostofgatsby

You hear a lot of stories, being a barkeep. People tell all kinds of things under the guise of alcohol, and in the quiet of the bar no one cares about the man at the counter.
The barkeep shines the surface of the bar with one hand, glancing up at the patrons in the far right. One is a regular, and the other is someone he’s never seen before.
If the first has his way, he’ll never be seen again.